I swear it doesn't take much to get me into a death-spiral. Spent too
long descaling the coffee pot and doing dishes, and didn't get some
other things that I wanted to get done completed. Ended the evening
completely pissed off at myself and wondering what the point of it all
was.

One thing that's certain though is I
become a real bear whenever I get this way. I get irritated easily, and
wonder if any of this is even worth it anymore. Thing is I don't have a
bad life (and I have a wonderful wife who deserves so much better than
me) but it just feels like I'm not making any progress, or that what
little progress comes along is just scratching the surface of something
bigger, but not enough to really reap the rewards.

Some days I wonder if I'm too hard on myself. Other times I wonder if
I'm not hard enough on myself.